Oh wow hi everybody! Okay so this is my first fic ever some don't make fun of me and any flames will be laughed at however criticism will be highly welcomed! This is a just little plot bunny that just hopped in my head I only have the first and now this, the second chapter but if I get reviews saying they like it might just continue!

Rating: PG-13 ((could go up in later chapters if yall review!))rated for future language and slash pairings

Pairing: Isn't it obvious? I mean you did read the summary didn't you! I was pretty blunt. Fine, fine. Harry/Draco spoiling my power of suspense geez! lol

Disclaimer: don't own a damn thing in this world J. K. Rowling owns all the characters and settings unless I sneak one of my own creations with out me knowing hehehe erm alrighty then! Off we go! lol

Chapter Two>>

Hmmm the sky is so pretty tonight. Draco snorted. Did he just say 'pretty'? No Malfoys don't say thing are pretty. (author's note: erm yeah sry bout the cliché but yeah had to add it he's gunna be that kinda Malfoy sry forgive me! lol hehehe )It's not even a real sky. Okay, okay. Ley's see here. The ceiling is interesting. Oh bugger this. That sounded so bloody fucking lame!

Lowering his gaze from the enchanted vaulted ceiling, he caught a pair of intensely emerald green eyes staring at him? What does Potter think he's doing? Hmmm… I wonder what he's thinking… What's he staring at? Maybe I should ask Pansy for her compact. No it can't be that I always look perfect. (author's note: yeah he's that kinda Malfoy sry again ) Then what is he staring at? Probably still raging about the train ride. Draco snickered.

That did it. Potter's cheek's flushed, and he quickly turned to his right and engrossed himself to talking to the Weasel and someone else he never had the drive to meet.

Slumping in his seat and pouting a little, still confused as to why Potter had been so intently staring at him he tuned out Pansy who had been rambling away for the past ten minutes ( author's note: like me! ehehe hmm getting a lot of these aren't we… well proved my point! okie on with the show! ) not even noticing that he wasn't paying attention. Sighing a bit he lied an excuse saying that the train journey had tired him out.

" But Draco, you and I need to show the first years to their dorms!" Pansy said. Draco gave her a smile and pleaded that she do it for his just this once, before being reminded that this was the only time that they had to by Pansy, she eventually caved. She always did. It was just a matter of who was asking, and when Draco asked she always caved. Draco had figured that out since they were children. It's just my Malfoy charm. Draco chuckled to himself.

So after Draco had had his fill of food he took on more glance at Potter wondering what in the bloody hell he was thinking, gave Pansy a quick farewell and thanked her again for looking after the incompetent bunch of blundering first years. He slipped out of the hall hoping that no one noticed.

Uhg! It's so bloody freezing in this castle. I need a sweater. Oh, and some glov—What was that!

Stopping in mid-step, Draco strained his ears to hear it again.

Now I know I head footsteps!

Refusing to turn around, he began walking toward the dungeons, listening hard for the second set of steps. Trying to distinguish between his and the interloper.

There! I know I heard them!

" What the fu—" Draco started as he spun around. There was no one there.

I could have sworn I heard…

" Maybe I'm just being paranoid." He mumbled to himself. " Bloody hell…" Draco murmured to one in particular as he backed up against the stone castle walls, sliding down clutching his knees with his head between in legs. " My life is so fucked up…" he sighed again.

Hmmm… mood swing there. Well I have been feeling like this a lot lately. Bloody fucking hormones.

A loud clanging noise reached his ears as he sprung up, hitting his head against stonewall. " Fuck!" he hissed rubbing his head. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I'm going to have a bloody bump! "Fuck! Wait who's there!" he yelled as he saw a robe whip around the corner. He dashed past the heap of armor on the floor and sprinted listening hard to try and find the direction of the running feet. " Wait!" This day is so fucked up! All I wanted to do was get to school without mother crying about father being in Askaban, which didn't happen, pissing Potter off, which I think I accomplished quite well…

The sound of feet slapping against stone faded as he came to a halt looking up and down at an intersection of corridors.

Where the hell did they go? Oh bugger this. I don't even know why I followed the wanker this far as it is. I'm off to bed.

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A flash of blonde caught Harry's eye as the Slytherin swept from the hall.

" Hey, Hermione, d' you think that you could tell me the password? I think I'm gong to turn in early."

" Sure." She eyed him, concern creeping into her frame, and a little softer, " chivalrous fools."

" Brilliant, thanks. Bye 'Mione, Ron."

Ron turned around and managed a " 'ye 'arry!" through a mouthful of treacle tart. Hermione gave Ron a reproachful glare as Harry slipped out to the Great Hall and into he corridor heading towards the dungeons.

Where is he? I didn't come out that much later, did I?

Rounding a corner, he saw him. Body perfectly sculpted even under his bulky school robes. Bright almost white hair positively gleaming against the dank of the dungeons. His swift walk carrying him regally.

So perfect. Harry found himself thinking, If only I could touch…

Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks. " What the fu—" he heard Malfoy start.

Shit! He heard me! Fuckfuckfuckfuck1 Find a place to hid! Find a place to hide!

Looking around frantically he slipped past a suit of armor and crouched around a corner trying not to breathe so deep. So loud.

" Maybe I'm just being paranoid." He heard Malfoy mutter to himself.

Something hit the wall, startling Harry.

What the?

Curiosity triumphing over sense, Harry slowly raised himself up and cautiously poked his head around the corner. A surreal scene met his eyes. Malfoy was slumped up again the wall sitting in a fetal position clutching his knees tightly to his chest. His head laid against his thighs, his hair falling gracefully from its norm slicked back to fall, shrouding his features.

" Bloody hell…"

He sounds so upset…

" My life is so fucked up…"

What's wrong with him…?

Leaning a little further to try and hear more of Malfoy's confession, his hand slipped on the metal armor. Having had all of his weight leaning up against that seconds before, Harry's hands shot up grasping for something to hold onto. He caught one of the armored arms tugging it crashing to the ground as his own lithe form shot up.

Oh shit! If he sees me! He can't!

Taking off at a sprint he heard Malfoy curse and tell him to wait, and asked who he was.

I can't let him see me! Harry repeated this over and over in his head, the phrase slowly becoming his mantra of the moment.

Harry ran faster and faster. Slowly the second set of feet slapping against the cobbled stone died. Yet Harry kept running. Running through corridors, ripping through tapestries, and sprinting through passageways, until he arrived puffing and clutching his chest as he reached the portrait hole.

Gasping for air and gripping his chest he sank to his knees.

What was the damn password!

" Chivalrous fools!" he panted.

" Well where have you been? Quite out of breath aren't you."

What a way to speak the obvious!

" Chivalrous fools! Chivalrous fools! Chivalrous fools! Now open the damn door!"

Hmphing, the fat lady swung her portrait open. Harry walked in trying to regain his composure and calm. Stumbling a little as the portrait swung back forcefully almost catching the hem of Harry's robes he made his way over to a corner.

" Where've you been?" Hermione inquired, " I thought you said that you were going up early?"

" Yeah mate. Where've you been?" Ron coursed in an equally concerned manner.

" Oh, nothing. I mean nowhere. Nothing really. Nothing's wrong. Nothing happened."

" Are you okay," Ron said while quirking an auburn eyebrow, " you're acting kinda' strange…"

" What no I'm fine, really, I guess my head hurts a little but I'm fine."

" What," Hermione blurted out, " It's not You-Know- Who is it?"

" What no, it's probably just me being stupid, you know being back at Hogwarts and all."

" So nothing's wrong with yourscar?" Hermione spoke the last word quieter as if not wanting any one else to hear. Like a swear word that she'd never want a teacher hear escape her lips.

" Wha, no of course not." Harry exclaimed, trying to think of a lieable excuse, " I was—I just fancied a stroll was all."

Harry smiled at his lie it was so believable.. No one could put this down… because it was true. More or less he supposed.

It's not like I lied to them, I just didn't tell them what I was walking around doing.

" Well you know, I am kinda tired from the train ride and all…"

The train ride… oh yes the train ride…

" So I'm just going to go up to bed."

" Alright then." Hermione said clearly not knowing that Harry had lied.

" Yeah, I'll be up later." Ron obviously hadn't caught on either.

" Okay sure, night."

Walking up the spiral staircase, Harry relived what he saw.

What was wrong with him. Malfoy certainly didn't act like that when anyone was looking… or at least not when he thinks anyone is watching.

Harry's feet had carried him up the stairs and into the sixth year dorms and his hands were removing his clothing and changing him into a pair of jogging pants when his line of thought broke.

He dropped to the floor clutching his forehead, cold beads of sweat springing up all over his body.

As soon as it had happened, the pain that seared in hi scar stopped leaving him shivering wet, and slumped on the hard floor.

What the hell happened…